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"Heheh—So, so den I says to dem, I says, why dontcha make like a tree, and get outta here?" The Zapper chuckled at their own recounting, a drink in their hand.
"HA! Good one, big guy!" The Pippins slammed the table, laughing. "God, you're hilarious."
"That's a good one, luv." Ramb turned to the Shadowguy, who was idly tapping his fingers against his empty glass. "You want another drink over there?"
He nodded excitedly, and Ramb immediately got to preparing another fruity beverage on the farthest side of the bar.
The Pippins slumped slightly, leaning against the table. "God, it's so nice to have a break once in a while... all this work's been running me dry!"
"Hard agree, Boss. We really gotta spend more time together outside of work."
The Shadowguy nodded absentmindedly, slowly inching closer and closer to the Zapper. Sure, the trio saw each other every day, but it was for shift changes. Besides, there was always someone on Mike duty—on top of having to attend to their regular jobs, it was rare for the three of them to be in the same place for more than about ten minutes.
Safe to say, the Shadowguy missed his coworkers quite a bit, and the others seemed to feel the same way. He reached to tug on the Zapper's sleeve, earning their attention.
"Hm? What's up, bud?"
Whatever he was going to do, he immediately forgot when the Zapper turned toward him, adoration immediately in their eyes. Heat rose to his face—partially from shyness, partially from embarrassment of said shyness—as he averted his gaze, trying not to show it.
"Aww. Look, he's shy."
The Pippins leaned over to see, and aww-ed at the sight. The Shadowguy smiled in return, still a little embarrassed.
"C'mon, bud." The Zapper pulled them closer, their arm firmly holding his. The Shadowguy, remembering what he wanted from them in the first place, quickly leaned in to press a kiss to their face. They blushed, their grip tightening on his arm, and tilted their head down a little more. He complied by giving them a couple more gentle pecks.
"Aw—hey! Me next! Me next!"
The Zapper chuckled, turning around to pick the Pippins up and present him to the Shadowguy in one smooth motion. The Pippins was the one to act first, pulling the Shadowguy in by his sides—he let out some saxophone noises, caught off guard—and leaning in for a kiss on the mouth. They both melted quickly into the kiss, the Pippins firmly pinned between the other two as the Zapper wrapped their arms around the Shadowguy's back.
"Man, I really wish I could get in on dat," the Zapper said when the two pulled away from each other.
"Who's sayin' you can't?" The Pippins turned around on their lap, having to readjust to reach their face, and gave them a couple of chaste smooches. The Shadowguy giggled at the silliness of it all.
"W-well, I meant da whole havin' a mouth thing. You two seem to really enjoy it."
"Think of it this way. You can't kiss us, but you get more surface area"—he gestured comically at their face—"for us to kiss. Equivalent exchange, amirite?"
Behind him, the Shadowguy felt himself blush at the thought of peppering their face with loving kisses.
"Dat makes perfect sense, Boss."
"Pfft. No it doesn't. It's stupid. I was making a stupid joke." He looked back up to see the Zapper reaching again for their drink. His expression turned thoughtful. "Hold on. How do you guys... drink, anyway?"
"Beats me."
"What do you MEAN, bea—"
"Your drink, luv."
The three quickly scrambled into more appropriate positions—thankfully, the Zapper's tall body shielded them from Ramb's sight—before the bartender placed the drink down in front of the Shadowguy with a TV Time! branded coaster. He gave a nod in appreciation.
When Ramb turned away, the Shadowguy felt the Zapper's hand reach to firmly grasp his. His pulse spiked.
When they spoke, their voice was low.
"Do you's two... wanna go back to my place later?"
The others nodded without a second of hesitation.